FDL 2013, a reflection in 4 parts harmony*
Working at camp for so many years, everything starts to bleed together. You forget who was there what year and for what moments; you lose track of exactly when something happened. It all just sort of flows together into that piece of your brain marked “Camp Memories.” But even with 18 years worth of memories in that pool, there are still those moments that rise to the top, that you have no questions about when or where they happened. The wonderful camp-magic part about most of those memories is that they are often quiet, unremarkable moments. There is no reason for them to be any clearer than all of the other things that happen over a summer. Somehow, though, they come to represent all of the things that we love about camp.
Case in point, one of my clearest memories from 2013 is walking up the camp road late one Sunday night after a staff meeting. The meeting went about forty minutes and then I ended up spending another two and half hours in the J Lodge hanging out. So, basically, it was a completely normal camp staff meeting. Walking back to the Farmhouse, still laughing about the stories that were shared and a brief song that Lady Brooke introduced that I don’t think any of us will ever forget, I remember thinking how thankful I was to be able to work with this group of women. It was a small moment but now as we gear up for camp again, I look forward to the next crop of memories that will stand out because, however insignificant they seem, they will represent this thing that we love so much.
* this will be a running thread throughout the year. Think of it as an attempt at sharing everything that this summer encompassed.